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New Zealand Tablet, 2 September 1920, Page 5

■ “With all my heart/’ said the other his eyes sparkling with pleasure. » “‘lt is a bargain?” “It is.” . . ' “In testimony whereof the high contracting parties hereto subscribe their provisoirement . What names shall we subscribe ? What does your sister call you “Ken— Rohan. And you?” ‘“Jack Harold.” f Ken Rohan started back as if he had been struck. The other laughed a joyous laugh. Hallo ! I was forgetting—the Doctor has forbidden the banns. My cell is marked “Dangerous,” I bite. I am a walking leper. Every little barque that puts into St. Fergal’s must pitch Jack Harold overboard before obtaining pratique. Nay, no apology. You are a good boy, and the Doctor will make you a Bishop ” Dr. O Hart© has been very kind to me,” said Ken, a little stiffly. .d moi aussi, I can assure you. I dine with him. to-day in his own rooms, and it is not twenty-four-shil-ling Lafitte nee Clonard he lays before me, I can tell you. Avow it, you are afraid of me “‘Of your French— said Ken Rohan, laughing heartily. This stroke decided him. Why should this generous, bright young fellow be condemned unheard, without offence stated, .and ruled out of the society of his comrades like an item in the Table of Sins ? It was a noble advice of the President's, never to lie but what call had the President to smother the instinct which made his young heart jump' at this pi offer of friendship, or to bid him fly instead to the bosom of a virtuous Master Deloohery ? It was bis first rebellion. He felt wickedly, but also triumphantly conscious of the fact. He held out his hand. Bah! we part with mutual regrets and go to our prayers; n’est-ce jiasl” “Not if you will it.” “You are one double-baked brick. Mind, I will tell the Doctor after dinner that we are sworn friends m scrcit/a sceculornm.” “Amen!”